We had a week of tender mercies, truly. I can see the Lord blessing me really abundantly these days. The transfer is winding down and the end of a transfer always manifests an abundance of miracles. For example: we found seven new investigators this week! What the heck?! It was amazing. This is after a transfer with a lot of slower weeks. That’s the cool thing about missionary work: you work and you work and you work and you think it’s going to yield nothing but then just as you’re really at the end of your rope it all comes through. I think the whole process makes your rope progressively longer, so to speak.
This week also brought a magical exchange in Charles Town, the land of my birth!!! Oh, it was magic. As I entered my first missionary apartment a year later and sat at the study desk where I built a real and lasting testimony slowly every morning, a scripture came to my mind, from Mosiah 18 (one of my favorite chapters in the whole Book of Mormon) “And now it came to pass that all this was done in Mormon, yea, by the waters of Mormon, in the forest that was near the waters of Mormon; yea, the place of Mormon, the waters of Mormon, the forest of Mormon, how beautiful are they to the eyes of them who there came to the knowledge of their Redeemer; yea, and how blessed are they, for they shall sing to his praise forever.” How beautiful is Charles Town to the eyes of her who there came to the knowledge of her Redeemer! And I got to visit some people whom I had taught while I was there, who also came to a knowledge of their Redeemer in Charles Town. We enjoyed a simultaneous conversion. For example, I got to visit my very first convert, Dariay, whose mom was a less-active member. When I was there her mom started to come back to church and Dariay took the lessons with us and was baptized. When I walked into their house I said her name and she started to walk down the stairs. When she saw me, she screamed, “APPLESAUCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” and then she just kept chanting “APPLESAUCE” over and over again and running around yelling “SHE’S HERE!!!!” Oh what a joy. There is no sweeter association than the love between two people who help each other come to a knowledge of their Redeemer. In the last hour of our day, we popped by some of the members I had been really close with during my Charles Town days. It was exactly what I needed. More importantly, of course, I had an opportunity to serve the people there and to get to know Sister Sosa, a brand-new missionary who just blew my mind. She was awesome. She’s a convert of a few years and her testimony is so powerful. She’s a real natural. I want to be like her when I grow up.
On Saturday, we had our Mission Leadership Council. We had such a good time there. I love learning with my fellow missionaries. I live for meetings. Don’t ask me why. Another long meeting highlight was church on Sunday, where I acted as ward chorister and taught gospel doctrine. We taught about Jacob 5, the allegory of the olive trees. It’s a bit of an intimidating chapter but it’s all about missionary work so I got to just stand up there and cry about how the Lord is hastening His work. Yes.
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